In a cavern , in a canyon,
excavating for a mine,
dwelt a miner, forty-niner,
and his daughter Clementine.
Oh my darling, oh my darling,
oh my darling Clementine!
Thou are lost and gone forever,
dreadful sorry, Clementine.
Light she was and like a fairy,
and her shoes were number nine,
herring boxes without topses,
sandals were for Clementine.
Oh my darling, ...
Drove she ducklings to the water
every morning just at nine,
hit her foot against a splinter,
fell into the foaming brine.
Oh my darling, ...
Rosy lips above water,
blowing bubbles mighty fine,
but, alas. I was no swimmer,
So I lost my Clementine.
Oh my darling, ...
How I missed her, how I missed her,
how I missed my Clementine,
but when I kissed her little sister,
I forgot my Clementine
Oh my darling, ...